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Touchdown
02:09
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Hands off my streets
Trying to fix us that's the issue
Out to get you, they won't miss you
Still barking, just something we do
Wax on, wax off, always something new
Touch my stuff, I'll break yours
Full contact, blunt force
We work hard reclaiming what you stole
Just put it back where you fucking found it though
Fuck having nothing to do
This city my town means nothing to you
Like Shaggy with Doo
Bout to rip your mask off, boo FUCK YOU
New walls, new cans
Still the same old shoes, the same gameplan
No refunds, no guarantees
Just try to get a hold of me
Had a moment when the sun touched down in GBG
Where the walls always seem touched
That's on me
Had a moment when the sun touched down in GBG
Where the walls always seem touched
That's on me,
Yeah that's on me
Just try…
Try to get a hold of me
Fuck having nothing to do
Still wasting my life playing MW2
New floors, new views
Won't satisfy me nor you FUCK YOU
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Fuck You (Not Me)
00:46
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Haven’t been dead since the nineties
Ran so fast swoosh poofed of my Nikes
Haven’t felt alive in a while man
Tough times, petty crimes GODDAMN
FUCK
Fuck you (not me)
Can't tell what you’re trying to be
My doubts maxed out
Understanding what you’re on about
Haven’t been dead since the nineties
Ran so fast swoosh poofed of my Nikes
Still alive and I've been for a while man
Tough times, petty crimes
GOD
GODDAMN
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Muscle Memory
03:20
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Already know you ain't getting me
You don't know bout muscle memory
Did I beat you before coming here?
Having a hard time remembering
Tough shit wannabe
You are not nearly as quick as me
None of your mixups are new to me
I already said I’m addicted to speed
Just
Keep
Trying to play the fucking game you pussy
All in my bones no practice
Fuck a rematch stop asking
No box shit, all stick
Just me bitch, no tricks
Play ‘til you pass out
I’m quick with the sticks
Pull up, plug in, spaz out
Make you get me a clip
Got faith you’ll beat me
That’s a fountain of dreams
Plug out just quit
I'm like armada in teams
Play ‘til you pass out
I’m quick with the sticks
Pull up, plug in, spaz out
Make you get me a clip
Got faith you’ll beat me
That’s a fountain of dreams
Plug out just quit
You ain’t even part of our scene
Already know you ain't getting me
MUSCLE MEMORY
Try and you try but you'll never be
Nowhere as good or as quick as me
Can't see it at all
No brains man, all brawn
Shit spacing, all wrong
One punish, you’re fucking gone
Just
Keep
Trying to play the fucking game you pussy
Already know you ain't getting me
You don't know bout muscle memory
Stay in your lane where the rent is free
Money match fuck your economy
Taking your stocks and your lunch money
I keep on winning man gg no re
What the fuck
Ran out of fucking luck
By now you’re starting to see
Can't get away from me
Washed up
You’re breaking at the seams
Realize you don't know what it fucking means
MUSCLE MEMORY
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